"In the end, when you are tired, you can consider other options," Qingcang said as he gently opened his hands, his arms encompassing heaven and earth, his Daoist charm drawing Gu Wen's spirit, showing him a broader world.
Yu Hua told him there were skies beyond skies, Qingcang taught him what it meant to be carefree.
But had she ever experienced these herself? Becoming an Immortal in eight hundred years, then endless battles and killings, the weight of the entire Human Race resting on her shoulders.
How could she talk about being carefree?
Gu Wen became slightly sober, Qingcang's voice softly said, "Disciple, I don't want you to become me, you are you, not someone's successor."
"But what about the Devil Clan, Jianmu, and the Twelve Demon Ancestors?"
Gu Wen asked, his thoughts quickly returning to reality.
